My Love

I beheld a sanctuary within her, and like a seed awakening beneath the earth, I grew into a provider bound by silent vows.

Though unaware, she was a shifting tide—each subtle wave I marked with the reverence of a watchful lighthouse keeper.

Yet, beneath a moon veiled in treachery, she cast our trust aside, weaving shadows where once light had lived.

In the aftermath, my honor sank into a mire of slander, a fragile vessel adrift in excuses forged of mud.

I once dreamed of two ancient oaks intertwined in time’s embrace; now they stand as strangers in a forgotten grove.

My love, an ocean deep to its abyssal core, now pierced by storms so fierce I must shore my heart from its roaring depths